When I look around this world we live in I see colors everywhere. Not just when looking at actual colorful things. Music plays and I see images full of color in my head. It’s funny because I love black and white photos. There is something so peaceful in black and white photos and it calls to a deep part of my soul that words cannot explain.
Colors though, colors are my world. When I walk outside and look to the sky it does not matter if it is bright blue or in the dark of night or during the brilliance of the rising and setting of the sun… I am enamored with it and caught up in wonder at the vastness and perfection.
Petals of flowers are a rainbow of joy that sinks into every part of me. The way the ocean changes from deep blue to light green is like a beautiful painting that I fall more in love with each time I look at it. Leaves in the fall, resting on the ground in their boisterous colors make me yearn for something I don’t quite understand, but know intimately because it is part of the very fabric of who I am.
This is how I have seen the world for as long as I can remember. Colors give me the biggest high and I just get lost in them.
Lately I am seeing all of it even brighter than before. It’s as if I just got a new set of glasses for my soul and I have to admit that I am enjoying it even when it seems a little intense. Intense in a good way, the same way as when you step out into the sun from a dark room and it leaves you a little dazed even though you are enjoying the light and the warmth.
Find your colors my friends. Much love.